I can’t be more grateful at the moment. Still stuffy from balling 30 mins ago when my friend was reading his testimonial, I just couldn’t stop smiling. This whole weekend, as “pointless and lame” it would be normally, I realized -as school’s coming to an end - how fucking GRATEFUL and THANKFUL and BLESSED to have such amazing family, friends, and even random ass people that just smile to me.
For example, on thursday, I was fucking sick and dizzy, then got bored at night so I went to Farrahs house and slept over, and it was just SO NICE. We laughed sooo much as we reminisced about the stupid things we did in our childhood together, even made chocolate chip (galaxy) cookies - that turned out a fail - the old-fashioned way. She even took care of me, gave me pills, made me food, massages, and although I was so blugh, looking back now, those are now part of my huge stack of great memories that I will cherish forever.
Then yesterday, family. We spent the whole day cruising around Cairo, left the house at about 11:30am? and headed straight to Zamalek, and went to almost every single boutique there, and as simple as it was, again it was so NICE. Lana del rey was on, my parents were singing like whales since they didn’t know any of the words, the windows were down, weather was beauuutiful, and it was such an… exxxxhalleeee.. day. if that makes sense. Thenwehadlunchincasperngambini’sandthatsnotsointeresting. But then, I went back home, checked my email, scanned a few documents, a few panic attacks here and there, and had an interview with the director of admissions of Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising forrrrr FORTY-FIVE MINUTES but I got in:) And I really really REALLLYYY can’t be happier. I was sooo lost, to the point where I became kind of careless you can even say, which makes me so much happier that I won’t feel the same way for a long time. Why fashion? Why FIDM? Why Zeyna? Cuz. Cuz I’ve learned so much from my past, and I’m so honored to have learned everything I have from the past, if its school wise, its everything from the primary students that wave and smile shyly in the morning, to the security guards that are ASSES in the car gate, but are soo nice in the car gate an hour later, TO the teachers- of course, to all the douches of grade 8 to all the people I’m happy for in 11th grade, to my family-the people I have spent the past 9 years of my life with. Its hard taking that first step to reality, the first step to not hug the same people every single day, the first step leaving the secretary’s face everyday when you’re late to school but its life. And personally, as nervous, scared, anxious, frightened, ecstatic, and hyped I am; I feel in two months time, I WILL be ready to move on, start fresh, and build onto what the past has made me today.
AND THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS, is that I’m just really really happy now. Elhamdulilah.